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«ADMIN» Vengeance says "You've been dropped off by jeep. Intel's told you Byrd's plane went down due east of here. Sightings of Japanese patrols around, so watch your butts."

Woods rode in a jeep! Woods looks rather concerned, for once fretting a bit instead of smiling. His parrot doesn't seem to be present, although it's good not to have a bright red object on oneself. Once they're dropped off, Woods looks around. "Due east huh," He mumbles.

"I rode in a motorcar a lot on the way to Ca-lee-fuurnyah," Schoenfelt yells over the roaring wind with such a relaxed air that he doesn't seem to realize the speeds they're travelling at. "God's glorious gifts to the minds of men, made firm." The truck comes to a stop, and when it does he's back to his soft, slow voice. "So, Woods, how do you want to do this?"

Quaid trudges through the jungle. "Fucking Corps," he mutters. "Sending us out at night. They must not care for us, eh boys?" He's traded his carbine for an M1 Garand, which he clutches as he moves, eyes darting around nervously.

Schoenfelt squats down low, trying to keep his long frame beneath the level of the thick jungle underbrush. Not as hard here as it is in the deciduous forests, though. "I will watch the sout side," he says quietly, taking a position to the right of Woods.

Quaid squints north. "Don't see anything to the north."
Woods nods, peering east. Poor Woods looks ready to just SINK into the plant life with the radio on his back. Almost big as he is…

Woods motions that east is clear, and begins trundling over.

Woods looks pained, "Radio… 's heavy," He grunts and tries to keep himself from getting stuck. And indeed, it might just look like a shell!

"Uh, want me to scout ahead?" Quaid volunteers. "Since, you know, you're so slow and all, and that pilot's out there."

Woods frowns, but given his ponderous pace, he nods meekly. "A-alright, just be careful."

"Heh, just come save me when they start shooting," Quaid mutters. And then he's off.

Schoenfelt just lets the other two sort that out. "That is not so heavy," he declares. "I will carry it on the way back. Yes?"

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (10 8)!

"Don't see anyone, Vinny," Quaid said. "Brass say how far away the crash was?" He flinches. "Ah, shooting."
Woods shakes his head in regards to distance. His eyes go wide at the sound of shooting. "Sounded like it was south of us," He murmurs. He tries to pick up his pace.

"I'll go check it out," Quaid whispers. "Wish me luck."

Woods frowns, but nods. "We'll follow slowly and check east too."

Schoenfelt freezes up, an arm held out crooked. Either he's doing an impression of a tree, or he's gesturing the others to stop. "Yes, for certain it was the south!" the man says with a quick nod of his head. Quaid hurries forward, and Schoenfelt follows behind—but lifts and cuts at brambles and branches to make a clearer path for Woods, as quietly as he can.

«Report from Quaid» Too dark, don't see anyone.
Woods nods, but motions for Schoenfelt to move a little forward if he likes. Woods is trying though, but damn that Radio is big!

«Report from Quaid» Could still be there, though.

«Report from Quaid» Still don't see anyone.

After that burst of rifle fire somewhere off south of them, the jungle is silent again. As silent as jungles come, anyway. There's always sound, just of things that squawk, buzz, and bite rather than shoot.

Quaid is looking east. "Nothing to the south. Don't like the looks of that ridge, though. Got a feeling the Japs might be there even if Byrd isn't," he mutters. "Good place for a machine gun nest, nice and high."

Woods frowns and nods, "We'll keep our eyes open and move east a bit. Check north too… hard telling how planes bounce."

Schoenfelt makes way for Woods as he advances until finally taking up a spot next to Quaid. "I would feel better with that big Browning," the man says softly.

Quaid nods to Woods. "I'll check it out." He snickers a little. "I'd feel better if I were back soaking my feet in the water." With that, he's off.

«Report from Quaid» Nothing to the east.

Quaid squints east, shakes his head. "Don't see anything," he whispers. "Anything to the north?"

Quaid nods to Scho. "Never seen someone so slow. Hope Vinny's not caught on a vine," he mutters. Then, "Ah, there you are. Stopped to smell the fungus? What do you wanna do now? North, east, south are clear."

Schoenfelt again makes way for the team's leader, pre-emptively waving off the man's inevitable objection. "I feel safer with us all close together."

«Report from Quaid» Nothing to the east.

«Report from Quaid» Gotta bad feeling about that ridge, man.

«Report from Quaid» Nothing north.

"Everything looks clear," Quaid say, his voice a low whisper. "Can't see shit in this jungle."

Quaid is on a knee, his head turning this way and that. "Not seeing anything, Vinny. Orders?"

Schoenfelt is only a little ahead of Woods. "If we can see nothing, then neither can the little Japanish man." The look on his face is what adds, 'I hope.'

Woods looks concerned, "They said due east, we went one south… so we'll mostly watch the north, and keep looking east and south too." Carrying the radio is taking a toll and Woods might be pretty soggy man. "Move over a little east once more."
Quaid nods to Woods. "Wonder what that rifle shot was." He shrugs. "Okay," he says. "Watch for my signals!" Then he's off.

Woods suffers 3 wound damage to his right arm.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (12 10)!
«Ground Combat» Kenji tries to fire his Arisaka Type 99 at Schoenfelt but his weapon is jammed!
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his Garand at Aoi and hits!
Aoi suffers 6 wound damage to his left hand.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (13 10)!

Schoenfelt pushes through the underbrush, drawing out a grenade. It's hard to hide a guy that big, though, and he takes a nick across the scalp for his troubles. Granted, a 'nick' with a rifle round means a knot on his entire head. The 'nade is tossed, and then it's bayonet time!

Woods comes out like whoa! Although he blinks, and winces as he's hit in the arm. Woods yelps and - at least he annoys one Asian man today for his country.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Submachine Guns from Forest (12 10)!
«Ground Combat» Kenji has been taken out!

«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his Garand at Kaito but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (13 10)!
«Ground Combat» Kaito fires his Arisaka Type 99 at Schoenfelt but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (12 10)!
Woods looks pained and flustered as his Reising runs empty. He scowls at the Japanese men, "Give. Me. Back. THAT KIWI!" He snarls and unleashes lead and hell on Kenji.

«Ground Combat» Woods fires his Reising SMG at Aoi but misses!

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Submachine Guns from Forest (12 10)!

Schoenfelt's follower flies off with a sharp 'ting!' His right releases the stock, drawing his big ka-bar from its sheath. He rushes through the tangld bush, charging down on the Emperor's soldier he'd been firing at with a terrible roar.

Woods frowns, as the Japanese soldier somehow refuses to die long enough for another to come back. His eyes go wide seeing Byrd. Relief and worry all at once. Byrd! Buddy! He smiles briefly, then goes back to fighting. "Ack, no!"

Instead of a dramatic leap it's a lurching stumble, Schoenfelt taking another bullet nick in his arm before plnunging his knife into the Japanese man's chest. It comes out, spraying blood as he swipes again.

«Ground Combat» Byrd fires his M1911A1 at Kaito but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Pistols from Forest (12 10)!

«Ground Combat» Woods tries to fire his Reising SMG at Kaito but his weapon is jammed!

«Ground Combat» Schoenfelt attacks Kaito in melee combat with his KA-BAR but misses!

Byrd turns his gaze north, wincing at the signs of struggle. It all sounds much more violent on the ground.

Schoenfelt shouts, "QUAID! QUAAAAID!".

Woods shuffles, now breaking out into a full sprint. "Quaid!" He calls after, fumbling.

Woods has called for the jeep, and fortunately, it makes lugging the dang radio worth it. He seems pleased, immensely, to have found and rescued Byrd. Although, it's obvious Wood is trying not to cry since his arm's torn up. Gonna be a lonely honorary Kiwi for a week or so… On the journey, he's a bit quiet, and simultaneously relieved by Byrd's rescue and horrified by his friend's injuries. "… well, I'm not good at this leading thing."

Byrd has been delivered from the jungle by the Marines. He's covered in sweat and soot and mud from his adventure in a crashing plane. And subsequent ejection into a tree. There's dried blood on his jacket as well, though it doesn't appear to be his. Not that he's in good shape, but he miraculously escaped without any serious injury. He looks dazed.

Kappedal heard some relay from the radio operators. Fredricks is off down the beach somewhere, but the Navy medic scrambles around getting a reasonable imitation of triage set up with the nurses. When the jeep pulls up, he and two of said nurses sprint outside, ready with stretchers and the like. "Vince?"

Quaid ain't so pretty no more. The worst of it looks to be the huge gash that runs from scalp down his face to his neck and collarbone, as well as a puncture to the neck. He's pale; lost a lot of blood. His left arm appears to have sustained a small puncture wound as well. He's breathing. For now.

Woods looks up, as Kappedal speaks his name. "Yeah?" He tries to manage a feeble smile, "W-we found 'im," He points to Byrd quietly. "But I think Dom needs help," Woods speaks, cradling his mangled arm and hand. That hand of his is just gonna fall off before the end of the war. He's struggling between joy and worry.

Byrd rolls his head over to observe Quaid, staring, that dazed look keeping back the waves of horror. "Lots of trouble you blokes go into on my account…" he mutters. It sounds rather apologetic.

Another medic and a nurse go for Quaid, with that triage-trained judgment of who's the absolute worst off. It leaves Kappedal free to look over Woods, climbing up into the back of the jeep to be able to see without too much jostling. He;s got one of his packs on, and unbuckles it as he crouches down near Woods and Byrd. "Hey, Vince. Don't worry, we got you." BLood, bandages. Lots of them. He glances at Byrd, then back at Woods, tying off the mangled hand and then the arm. "Both of you come on. We're going to get you inside, someplace you can rest."

"I…I don't feel too bad off, Doc," Byrd says to Kappedal as he steps out of the jeep. There's a faraway quality to his tone. "Graham didn't make it, though…Went down with the Dauntless…don't have a good feel for them bombers…"

Woods still looks horrified by Quaid's fast, "'m sorry… If only I were faster," His eyes close. "No, no trouble. You're one of us practically, mate." He smiles weakly to Byrd, although the smile fades fast hearing the other fellow didn't make it. "… I-" He cuts himself off, then nods at Kappedal, struggling to be cheerful but it's a strange sort of fugue. Obediently he climbs out.

Kappedal doesn't notice that Byrd called him 'doc', which'll have to be addressed later. Right now though, his attention's on blood and mangled things, and dazed soldiers. There's a pause in hand movements at the news of the other pilot and his blue eyes turn up to Byrd's face before flickering back down. His brows are drawn, lines between them. "Come on, let's go. Lots of time to talk after we get a look at you." He stands up, his body blocking Woods' view of Quaid, and motions for one of the other medics to come help Byrd as needed. He reaches up for Woods' arm, letting weight rest across his shoulders.
Byrd is led into the tent and placed on a cot. Where he just sits, shoulders slumped.

Woods doesn't comment either. Woods seems grateful enough. He nods, and follows like a lamb being lead along. He glances around, "Hope Elly didn't flap off." Probably not, but it's a distraction. He seems startled as his weight rests across Kappedal. "T-thanks," He stammers and just follows, dumbly.

Kappedal shakes his head, as to Elly. "She was here a few minutes ago. I'll go look for her." Though the medic seems to mean /after/ he finishes what he's doing. He carefully helps Woods onto a cot, bending his knees to make sure the man doesn't just thud onto the thing. They've set out syrettes of morphine, one of which he picks up and uncaps with his teeth. "They're probably gonna keep you down a couple days. Let that heal up. You're not gonna lose it or nothing though, I promise."

Woods seems a little relieved. At least there's still a birdy. Woods smiles feebly and helps as much as he can, settling in on the cot. He's stifling the urge to shiver. He looks uneasy though. There's a needle coming his way. "Oh ? Guess so. I'm only dangerous, not really /arm/ed so much anymore." A feeble effort to keep himself afloat in the face of horror. "Thanks… I'm glad to hear that. I'm just worried about the others. I don't - really like being in charge because-" His face twists.

"You did good though," Kappedal replies, spitting the syrette cap onto the tray. "Everyone's back. God was with you, Baruch atah Adonai Eloheinu." The words roll out of his mouth as if by ritual. And it covers up that he's jabbing Woods' upper arm with a needle. Sting! "There are some things we have to leave to God, nu. Life and death, it's His cycle. We just do what we can. You did."

"Mostly," Woods smiles a little. "That I am glad for," If he's puzzled by the words that come by ritual, it only shows in a quizzical glance. His face twists for a second. Sting! "I suppose that's the right of it. I'll just do my best never to be thoughtless about it," He considers. "Thanks," He nods again at Ben, although morphine seems to work pretty easily on Woods. Coffee might do the same. His eyes glaze a little. "Ah. Um. APpreciate it."

"Hey, He gives us morphine too, right?" Kappedal spares the young man a faintly crooked grin, then caps the used needle and sets it down. He reaches for one of the cups of water they'd set out in anticipation, wrapping Woods' good hand around it. "Drink some of this. Just a little bit."

Woods grins a little back at that, "That he does." His eyes flicker a little. "Hm? Oh thanks, if you're sure I can get it-" His good hand curls around it, and he takes a sip or two. Woo. Wata! 's good stuff. "You're too nice to me. Here I am, not being smart enough to move out of the way of disgruntled Japanese and you put me right back together," He babbles faintly, his mind still stewing a bit between fugue, horror and now morphine. Smiiiiiiile.

Kappedal reaches for it after that little sip. When he said a little bit, he wasn't kidding. "The Torah says to be sensitive to human life," he explains under his breath, twisting to put the water down. "Where are you from?"

Woods blinks, as the water is reached for. He just accepts it meekly, and smiles a bit. "Sounds like a good idea," He closes his eyes briefly. "Me? 'm from California, near the mining towns. Family's mostly from New Zealand. Immigrated right before I was born," Go figure! He seems amused by this. "How about you?" He seems to slowly sink into exhaustion, rather than outright keel over.

Kappedal hesitates. "My family lives in New York." The details, he stays away from right now. "Have you ever been there? I've never seen California. Is it really nice?" He checks the bandages on Woods' arm as he talks. The eye closing, he doesn't seem to mind at all. Distract and let the morphine go to work.

"Neat," Woods smiles again. He doesn't push for details. He's either very thoughtful or very trusting. "Nah… I'd like to though sometime. Most of California is nice, but people can be really odd." He yawns and his eyes are glazing over now. "You know- A nap seems kind of nice. Maybe I'll see you and Elly later, find shells or something." Wobble.

Kappedal smiles. It's totally natural on him, even surrounded by torn flesh and blood. "I'll make sure someone finds Elly and has her ready. She could use a stroll." He finishes adjusting the gauze wrapping, sitting up again. "Get some sleep, Vince."

Woods chuckles softly, smiling back. "Thanks. I feel kind of silly… befriending a bird, but … she's a clever bird," His eyes are really glazed over now. And he's happy for a pet. "See you, Ben," Woods looks peaceful before leaning back and dozing off.